In terms of singing, the only one who can rival Morning Reading Lin Li is Shower Lin Li.
The latter is the true god, the real singing god, Jay Chou and Lin Junjie have to step aside in front of Shower Lin Li.
"You want me to say how embarrassing~~"
"I really don't want to part~~"
"Why still make me smile as I take on the... mandate of heaven… "
When Bai Bufan forcefully stopped and began following the class representative for morning reading, and the reading voices in the class instantly became uniform and loud, there was no need to say what it meant.
With a cautious motion, Lin Li stuffed two test papers back into the drawer, placed his textbook in front of him, and began the morning reading as well.
It wasn't until this point that he looked around; sure enough, the culprit behind all this, Chinese teacher Li Binbin, was already walking down the aisle between the first and second groups.
The ginger is still tender and fragrant, Binbin, fighting with me, you're still a bit too old!
By now, "The Ten Discourses on the Duties of a Monarch" had already been read, and the class representative instinctively looked towards the backbone.
"Have all the test papers been collected? I have time now, let's do a quick correction," the Chinese teacher asked.
The group leader cast a sympathetic look towards Lin Li.
Lin Li also understood, you can never be too proud, even in your heart, karma will come.
...
"I have to say, this Binbin is pretty lame, just letting you off like that. At least make you write a 300,000 to 400,000-word reflection paper, or hang you at the school gate or something,"
During the break after morning reading, Bai Bufan watched Lin Li, who emerged from the staircase corner, limbs intact and mentally healthy—just having been scolded by the Chinese teacher—and said with some regret.
"300,000 to 400,000 words? Did I violate the heavenly rules?" Lin Li raised his middle finger and then joined the boys' Jenga group.
—— At school, when a boy leans against the corridor railing, other boys will inexplicably stack up on him.
Describing it using hieroglyphics, it's probably like—州.
Luckily, they were all wearing pants.
The Chinese teacher is in her forties, has a good personality, and is quite nice to students.
Of course, the most important reason might be that she's not the homeroom teacher for Class 4 of Grade 10.
As everyone knows, whether a teacher is a homeroom teacher or not can greatly impact their demeanor.
The Class 4 homeroom teacher remains the stern middle-aged math teacher Xue Jian, who practically carries a terror aura full of buffs.
Strangers, beware.
Good brother Bai Bufan once suffered a big loss in front of him.
It was a weekend when Bai Bufan and Teacher Xue met outside school, and they were going the same way.
Only those who have experienced that situation know how awkward it is, the time after 'hello teacher' is all torture.
The then despairing Bai Bufan saw an old grandpa carrying something, struggling, so he came up with a plan—help the grandpa.
This way, he could do a good deed and also escape the homeroom teacher, so he immediately decided to help.
The plan was actually quite perfect.
But the problem was he was too flustered at the time, and he said to the old grandpa, "Hey, old thing, grandpa, let me help you carry this."
What happened afterward, Bai Bufan wouldn't say.
His eyes were full of stories, or accidents.
One slip of the tongue becomes a lasting hasty regret.
"Buzz buzz buzz——" the preparatory bell rang.
The break at Nansang Middle School is ten minutes, but at the eighth minute, the preparatory bell rings to remind students that class is about to start.
The unfair part is that when class reaches 32 minutes, there is no preparatory bell for the end of the class.
Lin Li thought this was still necessary, as many teachers felt like they didn't prepare for a forty-minute class but for a fifty-minute class.
Everyone returned to the classroom, and soon the formal class bell rang, and the first class was Chinese, and the Chinese teacher walked in.
"Class begins."
"Stand up!"
"Hello, students."
"Hello, teacher."
"Sit down."
"Everyone, open your textbooks to page 144, let's continue with 'The Ten Discourses on the Duties of a Monarch'..."
Lin Li's action of flipping the book paused as the system sent him another notification.
[Just one day into the Cultivation Realm, you were quickly recognized and taken as a formal disciple by the Nansang Sect, stirring up the storm, stepping onto the ladder of destiny.]
[Experience of predecessors, treasure of future generations, Elder and Sect Leader are willing to generously impart knowledge and skills, you should study diligently! Make them your own!]
[Task Triggered!]
[Task Three: During the teachings and lessons given by sect leaders, stewards, and guardians, listen and study seriously, accumulating six hours.]
[Reward: Physical Improvement: Memory Boost by 100%; System Currency *50.]
Nansang Middle School just turned into Nansang Sect all of a sudden.
It seems this low-tier system was probably troubled, as I was already a sect disciple when it was activated, so it had to make do this way.
Lin Li was quite gratified.
Because this time, the task reward is definitely useful; though the absorption base for spiritual qi might always be zero, memory certainly isn't, and the task isn't difficult to complete, just a matter of accumulating time.
Twelve hours, the counting method is not specific numbers; the system displays an elongated progress bar, but it doesn't show the specific percentage, only an estimate.
But according to eight classes a day, each forty minutes, it could be completed in three days at the fastest; if any teacher extends the class, or uses self-study time for teaching, maybe two days would suffice.
Future is promising.
Lin Li looked up, smiling at Elder Li of the Nansang Sect.
Unconsciously, even Li Binbin's face became clear and attractive.
The sect elder also smiled, "Lin Li, can you answer the question I just asked?"
Without having listened, Lin Li stood up: "..."
Looking at Li Binbin's encouraging gaze, the other party genuinely meant no harm this time.
Damn, I forgot, it's taboo to make eye contact with the teacher during class, especially since I brought it upon myself by smiling.
Doesn't this look like I'm eager to answer the question, signaling that I know the answer?
From Li Binbin's perspective, it seemed like Lin Li didn't do his homework and wanted to make a good impression in class to make amends.
As a true back-row student, when asked by the teacher, one should seriously admire the desk and sigh at how desk-like the desk is!
"Choose C." Bai Bufan, with his head down, transmitted his voice over a whisper.
Lin Li stepped on Bai Bufan's shoe.
It's a Chinese class discussing a text, and you're telling me to choose C, don't I know what you're up to, Bai Bufan, you troublemaker!
"It's really option C, we were just discussing an example question!"
"..."
"It should be option C." After 'serious consideration,' Lin Li said to the sect elder.
"Correct, sit down. Remember, in this translation, never translate as 'of' or use personal pronouns..." Li Binbin nodded, signalling Lin Li to sit down.
Lin Li sat down, let out a sigh of relief, but someone's resentful gaze made him uneasy.
"I'll keep watching you, keep watching you, keep..." The resentful voice also came through.
"Lunch on my meal card." Lin Li, looking guilty out of the window, said with little confidence.
Actually, it's not Lin Li's fault; among brothers, there should be bonds like this.
Switching places, if Bai Bufan were in this situation, Lin Li would undoubtedly have tripped him up as well.
Wait, thinking this makes me feel even more ashamed.
"Dinner on my meal card too."
"You better not backtrack like last night."
Conversation ended for the moment, before attending the lesson, Lin Li glanced at the system again.
Task Three's progress bar was at zero.